MONGOLIAN COWBOYS
Personal Project
What struck me most was how quickly the distance between us dissolved. I didn’t speak their language, and they didn’t speak mine, yet the camera became our common ground, an invitation, a game, a way of saying I see you. Their energy was wild and innocent at the same time, like a spontaneous performance no one had choreographed but everyone understood.
As the sun dipped behind the hills, the boys eventually rode off in a cloud of dust, still teasing and laughing among themselves. I stood there a moment longer, grateful for the encounter. Encounters like this don’t happen every day, and they don’t need big conclusions... Just a small reminder of how unpredictable and generous the road can be.
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